Anakin led Obi-Wan toward his bed, guiding him with gentle nudges on the lower back. Obi-Wan went willingly, happily. He forced the feeling of guilt down, down, down until there wasn't even a whisper of it in his mind. He would deal with it tomorrow. His tunic and pants, boots and sash were removed slowly, sensuously. Big, calloused hands caressed his chest and stomach, sent shivers through his body as the tiny hairs on his chest were brushed lightly. A sigh exhaled from his body, the air released caressed Anakin's bare chest, hardening his tan nipples.
Obi-Wan was lowered to the bed and a whispered, "Hold on a minute. I need a shower." Obi-Wan nodded. He knew why, but he wasn't going to voice it. The older man didn't want Anakin to feel any guilt over the fact that he knew why EXACTLY a shower was needed.
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Anakin scrubbed every inch of skin many times over. He let the water run scalding hot to sterilize his body so that Obi-Wan would have a clean slate to work with. Once he was as clean as scrubbing one's skin raw would get you, he quickly exited the shower and dried off. A glance in the mirror showed that he hadn't physically changed with his revelation. He thought he would have, realizing as he did that he wanted Obi-Wan. He would talk to Padme tomorrow, straighten things out. Tonight, though, would be all about Obi-Wan. ALL about Obi-Wan.
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Obi-Wan watched anxiously as the door to the bathroom opened and out walked a gloriously naked Anakin standing at attention. He shivered as he realized what was going to happen next. He'd never been on the receiving end of the sex act with a man before. He'd always given... the few times he'd even had sex. So it was understandable to have some anxiety over someone as big as Anakin and someone who has a newly acquired taste to being submissive in bed having sex together. But just as swiftly as the nerves came they went. This was Anakin. It hadn't been said but Obi-Wan knew his friend was in love with the moment he'd first wrapped his arms around him. And - love or no - Anakin would *never* hurt Obi-Wan.
The famous Skywalker Smirk spread across plump lips, little water droplets fell from damp hair and rolled down a muscular chest, and thighs flexed as Anakin stalked Obi-Wan like a predator hunting its next meal. It was exhilarating. Before he could think, Anakin pounced. Kisses rained down on his face, chest, and arms. Hips slid across hips and groins rubbed together. Mewls escaped Obi-Wan as he enjoyed the intense pleasure being bestowed upon him by the bigger man.
More rubbing brought Obi-Wan close to the edge and just as he was about to fall over the edge, Anakin stopped. A groan of distress echoed around the room, accompanied by a mischievous chuckle. Air wafted over the straining body on the bed as Anakin blew softly through his puckered lips. Obi-Wan jerked and rolled his body slightly, his chest moving up and down rapidly as air whooshed in and out. His hips thrust up, reaching for any friction they could but Anakin moved back, laughing outright this time.
Obi-Wan growled playfully and smiled delightedly as Anakin trailed open mouthed kisses down the center of his chest. Wet tongue licked and sucked, leaving behind glistening, red skin. Anakin reached Obi-Wan's belly button and dipped his tongue in, swirling it about as if he were licking the tip of an ice-cream cone. "Mmm..." Obi-Wan's eyes slit, his lashes dusting his cheeks as the desire shot through him. The tongue stopped and retreated, the mouth lifted and Obi-Wan expected it to descend on his lips once more... but he was wrong. His eyes shot open in surprise and he yelped as that wonderful mouth settled on his penis.
Anakin slurped the tip of Obi-Wan's cock into his mouth, gently nipping the tip and then soothing it with a lap of his tongue. The mouth lifted and the tongue ran down the base, eliciting a long, drawn out "huuuuuunuh..." Anakin sucked and licked and nipped. Hips thrust up and Anakin engulfed the whole penis to the base. Obi-Wan made a sound that he would later deny was a screech as his tip hit the back of Anakin's throat. His eyes were wide open and his breath was coming in ragged bursts. This was something he'd absolutely - in all his three conquests - never heard of before. He liked it... a lot.
Anakin hollowed his cheeks and started sucking after giving a slight reprieve. Obi-Wan started panting and thrashing, his hips pumping in and out of his lover's mouth. Anakin bobbed his head, bringing in the entire piece of rigid flesh and then pulling up. A wet, slapping sound permeated the room as the rhythm picked up. Obi-Wan's hips pistoned in and out, Anakin making little huffing sounds.
A hot, winding feeling filled his insides, pulling every muscle in his body taut. His back arched so far off the bed that he was practically bow-shaped. Sweat plastered auburn hair to pale forehead. His climax rushed into Anakin's mouth like a ship jumping into hyper speed. A long, drawn out wail escaped Obi-Wan's petite mouth (much to his later dismay and humiliation - to be soothed away by a patient and understanding Anakin) as his body endured the most magical, beautiful, intense orgasm in his entire life!
Obi-Wan's sweat drenched body collapsed onto the bed as Anakin shot himself deep inside of the older man. Obi-Wan gazed in wonder as the man he desired stiffened, arched his back resulting in his being driven deeper into Obi-Wan's body and soul, and released a guttural groan that vibrated through both bodies. The shaking stopped, the body collapsed, hitting the one beneath with a wet, suctioning slap.
All that could be heard in the darkness of the room were pants and the crinkling of sheets. A cloud removed itself from the path of the glowing lights in the distance and illuminated the entwined bodies. They were so entangled that any onlookers would not have been able to tell where Master began and Knight ended.
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Anakin stood in front of the Council, his face stoic, hands placidly folded behind his back, but on the inside he was boiling over with rage. He was being sent on a solo mission, away from Obi-Wan. He caught a sharp glint in the eyes of Master Windu and he knew that - if they didn't know exactly what was happening between the two, the Council at least suspected something untoward going on. At the least, they could tell that there were stronger feelings there than should be. He was being shipped off immediately; no time to say goodbye or to collect his things. Sometimes - in fact, most of the time - he hated the Council and their outdated, heavy-handed ways.
The 'wisest of all the Jedi' may have been able to see something between Obi-Wan and Anakin, but they sure as hell couldn't see what was between Anakin and them. It was just their way. Assume everything (and occasionally hit the mark), know nothing. A tight smile crossed his face as Master Yoda asked if he understood the mission. A quick nod was the only answer before he turned and stalked out of the room. None on the Council took this the wrong way... it was how he always walked... or so they assumed.
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Obi-Wan was incensed when he found out that the Council had sent Anakin on a solo mission without telling him beforehand. Granted, he wasn't the man's Master anymore, but as a trusted companion he thought he deserved to know. As Yoda filled him in on the summary of Anakin's mission, Obi-Wan attempted to keep his cool. His face was as stone as he rose after the meeting, his jaw was set, fists clenched... it was obvious to all and sundry that he wasn't exactly keeping cool.
He was just at the door when the dizzy spell hit and hit hard. Then the nausea and the headache. He stopped, one hand on the wall near the door, the other on his stomach. He was stooped over, head spinning so fast he couldn't tell which way was right and which way was left. As if from a distance, he heard a gravelly voice asking concerned yet not concerned - all at the same time - questions about his health and mental state.
"It's just my wound..." He said, his voice trailing off as he rubbed his stomach. A quick, not quite smile flashed across his face and he exited the room, walking briskly down the hall as it spun around him. He weaved back and forth and forced his lips tightly closed, not wishing to embarrass himself even further than he already had. Bile burned the back of his throat, leaving the tangy after taste of acid. He stumbled, pushed away the helping hands of a Padawan, righted himself, continued on. The dizziness never abated. It started setting in with a buzz, making his vision fuzz over every few seconds or so. His leg collapsed under him. He went down as if in slow motion. Right before he hit the ground, he saw a quick flash of gold and felt cold, metal hands latch themselves to his arms.
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Padme ran a cold, wet cloth over the sweating forehead of her friend and her husband's lover. It was lucky she'd sent Threepio to the Temple at that exact time or Obi-Wan would have been sprawled out on the cold marble floor with a group of gawking younglings surrounding him. She had no doubt that if that had happened, Obi-Wan would than have been taken to the Temple Infirmary; he would have been poked and prodded and no doubt the discovery of his sexual exploits would have occurred. She knew what had happened last night. Once Anakin discovered what he wanted, he took it... immediately.
The Senator shook her head of those thoughts and concentrated on cooling Obi-Wan down. She'd sent for a Medical Droid minutes ago and it would be there any minute to diagnose the Jedi Master's condition. She just hoped it wasn't mortally serious. If it was, she would have to have a little 'talk' with Fate on Anakin's behalf.
Threepio entered, leading a gleaming, silver, hovering Medical Droid behind him. Padme was gently and respectfully pushed out of the way by the droid. She stood back and watched the proceedings, even *her* intelligence wasn't enough to help her understand what was going on. After a very quiet and tense three-quarters of an hour - only filled in with soft beeps and clicks - the droid put all its things away and turned toward the woman standing in front of her panoramic window.
The droid announced in a monotonous tone, "I do not know how it has happened, but Master Kenobi is pregnant." Padme gasped in surprise and grabbed at her stomach. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and her complexion had turned pale. She was just wondering how that played into the symptoms Obi-Wan had been displaying when the droid answered. "The fever-like reaction he had was a result of whatever was in his system converting his body into a suitable living and growing space for the child. He shall be fine now. He will, of course, experience all of the symptoms a woman would go through during pregnancy."
Padme couldn't move, talk, breath. She watched silently as the droid picked up its tool bag and hovered out of the room. She stared at the door for a brief second before rushing over to comfort an awake Obi-Wan... who had heard the whole diagnosis. Tears tracked down his face as he lamented the absence of his baby's other father. His shoulders heaved as he gulped for air. Padme knew that the best thing to do was just to allow it to get out of the system... she'd been through this with her sister twice, so she should know.
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Obi-Wan sipped tea and ate cake, all the while staring disbelievingly at Padme. He couldn't understand how she could accept his and Anakin's relationship so easily... let alone the child that had resulted from it. He was fairly certain that if he were in her shoes - apart from being very uncomfortable, mind - then he would feel slightly bitter that someone else, let alone another *man* was able to give Anakin a child when she was barren.
Reaching down, Obi-Wan ran his hand reverently over his still flat belly. A small, pleased smile flitted across his face as he imagined the stomach not so much flat, but rather large and round with child. He couldn't wait! He was drawn back to the present when Threepio refilled his hanging tea cup. His head jerked up guiltily, just in time to see a fond smile pass over the Senator's lips. She looked him in the eye and said, "Can I be godmother?"
TBC...